925 Video (MV)

Sitting here crunching numbers working for a boss
Work your ass off, any work you cross
Take a break for some lung cancer pull it deep
Your eyes are open but your mind, is still asleep
Up to here with bullshit, but you can't complain
Coz you know your paper, is what them bitches paying
Doing this doing that doh it's not your job
But they twist and turn you like you's a door knob
So you hold in all your frustration and your anger
Remember, your money holds you down like an anchor
Tryna juggle coz they expect if all from you
Sayin they pay you do what they tell you to
What they tell you to, what they tell you to
Pay your ass to do, what they tell you to
Treat you like a fool, like a used tool
This the shit you gotta get used to
If I didn't need, this paper
Bet yo ass I'd be seeing you later
But I can't walk away, so I just walk it off
Call up a buddy aa and just drank it off
Work work work
Work harder
Work work work
Hustle harder
Work work work
All you gotta do is, ge ge get it
Work work work
Work harder
Work work work
Your Nine to five
Work work work
All you gotta, all you got a do is
So I grab a glass of something and I go and drink up
Holler at buddy so I try to link up
But I'm aware that tomorrow is a think up
At my nine to five so I sleep just a wink uh
Typing printing, mailing inhaling
The bullshit the power trips and the persuading
The low paychecks, and the low security
And getting shat on by seniority
Telling you when to get in and when to leave
What's seen as lies and what bullshit to believe
They tell you when you can and can't take rest for your body
If it's unauthorized, no pay for you I'm sorry
They tell you when you old enough to start and when to retire
And in that time, how much paper you'll acquire
But first of all to get in you will require
Degree's and skills prior to hire
Work work work
Work harder
Work work work
Hustle harder
Work work work
All you gotta do is, ge ge get it
Work work work
Work harder
Work work work
Your Nine to five
Work work work
All you gotta, all you got a do is
My nine to five's like a shackle to my ankle
Strapped to my back just like a saddle
Riding me making me jump over barriers
Making me so shit that's all different characters
Loading my schedule saying it I can handle
But everyday just seems like it's a bigger battle
Talking bout your effort will credit ya
But it's more like a f*cking brain eating predator
You wake up, work, sleep it off
When you'd rather adios
But money is a thing and you're a slave to it
Even though it sting, you gon be brave to it
Take all the bad days and sad days hope for glad days
But you know it ain't coming so you understand days
Wishing only for better days
So you go head and be submissive like you subdued
Just so you can dress your table with some food
Your nine to five takes most of your woken moments
They say they're allies but really they are opponents
Hahahahaha
Work work work
Work harder
Work work work
Hustle harder
Work work work
All you gotta do is, ge ge get it
Work work work
Work harder
Work work work
Your Nine to five
Work work work
All you gotta, all you got a do is